Red Hot & Restrained

The lace clings like a second skin, black hair spilling across it in sharp contrast. His cock juts free, circumcised and hard, trimmed close. She’s already shaking. He presses in, voice low, promising to strip every shred of defiance. She tries to answer back but the words die on her tongue. The restraint bites. Her thighs tremble. By the time he’s finished she’s gasping, soaked, and begging for more.